Mama - met me for lunchGot the soup and salad dealAt the Neiman Marcus GrillMama - tries dessert for funThe homemade cookies blow us both awayMama's woo-oo-oo-ooedCan we get the recipe?The waitress says the charge for that's two-fiftyAdd it on! Add it on!As if that much really matters

Two weeksMy statement comesTwo hundred fifty bucks!Man, that Neiman Marcus sucks!Piss off, says their help lineYou've got to payGotta keep the things you buy or face a suitMama's screw-oo-oo-ooed (Here's the way the spam grows)Neiman's has to die!So send this out to everyone that you know!

[The recipe is heralded with a dramatic electric guitar buildup - and then a jarring tempo change]

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Gee Spaff, If I'd known you were gonna release this song. I would have held off the Chalupa Awards one more day, sorry Man. I really like your version. Primo! This song was a real challenge for me, and I have a new respect for anyone that uses this one.

Spaff, fantastic as always! (Is that hoax STILL around? Sheesh, I think that one's older than I am!!) Wildman, I've always thought this song's a real bear to tackle... I've never finished any that I've started. Hey, guess what!! For an unlimited time, only, Bill Gates will send you 25 cents for every copy of this comment you forward to your pals!! In exchange for the free cash, you agree to let Bill Gates sell your private info to Black-Market-Kidneys-R-Us. ;)

Wild: It had to be fate that we submitted these at the same time. Blame it on Galileo or Figaro. No apology necessary, of course - there's enough Rhapsody for every Bohemian to share. I dug your version, by the way. Melhi: Before you forward this to everyone on your mailing list, check with your senator, because I've heard they're going to impose a tax of five cents per email (to bail out the struggling post office).